All Chapters of Only Her Touch: The CEO’s Forbidden Doctor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

56 Chapters

Chapter 1: Super Hero on a Mission

Alice’s POVThe Santa Monica HustleThe winter breeze off the Pacific carried a sharp chill as it cut through the Santa Monica streets, making the palm trees lining the sidewalk rustle like dry paper.“Mommy, my tummy is singing a song.”Three-year-old Camilla looked up at me, her deep-set, soulful eyes hinting at a heritage I couldn’t quite name. Her cheeks were flushed red, and a tiny streak of silver ran from her nose, but she still managed a brave, shaky smile.I followed her gaze to a nearby street cart, where rows of hot dogs were glistening and rotating slowly on the rollers. Camilla swallowed hard, her small hand tightening its grip on my faded, oversized cardigan—the kind of knit that had seen better days but was too soft to throw away.“When is Daddy coming to take us to dinner?” she asked, her voice small. “Is he busy saving the world like Spider-Man? Is that why he’s late?”A sharp, physical ache bloomed in my chest.Kneeling on the icy road, I tucked her freezing hands int

Chapter 2: The Examination

Alice’s POV: The ExaminationThe silence in the consultation room was so heavy that you could hear a pin drop.David Newcombe’s eyes were locked onto mine, tracking every micro-expression like he was trying to dissect me right there on the spot. As a urologist, I’ve seen every possible configuration of the human anatomy; I should have been immune to a naked gaze. But the way this man filled that Herman Miller chair gave me a visceral sense of edge. He didn’t look like a patient; he looked like a predator deciding whether to play with his food or just tear the doctor apart."Mr. Newcombe, I’ve reviewed your intake forms," I said, adjusting my glasses and keeping my voice as flat as a dial tone. "ED, complicated by chronic insomnia. Usually, when we’ve ruled out physical trauma, we’re looking at psychogenic blocking. In layman’s terms: your brain has stopped sending the right signals to your body."David let out a sharp, derisive snort. He leaned back, his posture radiating pure arrogan

Chapter 3: The Contract

Alice’s POV: The Contract"Let go." Firm, calm, professional.I kept my eyes down, staring at David’s hand, clamped around my wrist.He didn't budge. If anything, he tightened his hold, his knuckles turning white. Those bottomless eyes were alive with a terrifying, flickering heat, as if he were trying to strip back my skin and read the secrets buried in my soul."Dr. Alice, you don't have anything you’d like to explain?" he rasped. His voice was shot to pieces, thick with a desperate, suppressed urgency."Mr. Newcombe, I’m a doctor, not your personal trainer. Medically speaking, this is a 'reflexive engorgement.' While it’s certainly sudden for a patient with your level of severe dysfunction, physiologically, it’s a textbook response." I adjusted my glasses.Inside the gloves, my palms were slick with cold sweat.The predatory intensity in his gaze was suffocating. It dragged me back to that blackout in San Francisco four years ago — back to that hotel suite and the man who had moved

Chapter 4: The Confrontation

Alice’s POV: The ConfrontationJust as I felt like I was drowning in panic, the sharp, staccato click of stilettos echoed down the hallway.“Well, if it isn’t our dear little Golden Girl? I thought the family cut you off from the trust fund years ago. Look at you — I’ve seen better-dressed people panhandling on the promenade.”I’d know that voice anywhere. I turned to see Lily sashaying toward me in a fire-red Chanel Haute Couture gown, clutching a limited-edition crocodile Birkin. She was perched on four-inch Louboutin spikes, looking like she’d stepped off a runway and onto a battlefield. Two suits followed her, their bulk blocking the hallway like a human wall.She was the McCutchen family’s presumed heiress. I was the social pariah she and her mother had framed and exiled, several years ago. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I didn’t relish this chance encounter.“Lily, get out of this medical center. Now!” I snarled, my voice snapping like a whip in the dead air. “You’re not welco

Chapter 5: The Lie

Alice’s POV: The LieDavid’s interrogation hit me like an undersea nuclear blast, leaving my brain a complete white-out.His eyes were bloodshot, tracking me with an intensity that made me feel like I’d been strapped into a polygraph, forced to defend the truth behind every breath I took. I opened my mouth, but my throat was so parched no sound came out.“David, what are you even thinking?” Lily cut in, her laugh like a silver bell as she stepped between us.She slid her hand naturally around David’s taut arm, her tone as light as if she were discussing the forecast for Santa Monica. “You’re not actually falling for the eyes, are you? That look is everywhere in SoCal, David. You see it on every street corner near the border. It’s common.”David ignored her. His gaze remained fixed on me, sharp and predatory, like a hawk pinning its prey. “I’m asking you, Alice. How old is she?”“She’s four,” Lily answered for me, her voice as steady as a sworn deposition. “David, did you forget what I

Chapter 6: The Lion’s Den

Alice’s POV: The Lion’s DenBel-Air at 10:00 PM was silent, but it wasn't peaceful. It was the kind of heavy, suffocating quiet that felt almost lethal.My old Toyota rattled rhythmically as I cleared the towering iron gates of the Newcombe estate. The private drive was flanked by cypresses, their unnatural perfection casting long, predatory shadows that seemed to claw at the pavement under my lights.As a doctor, I’m used to the sterile hum of a lab and the scent of bleach in an OR. But the pressure here was different. It was the oxygen deprivation of extreme wealth.The butler, was already waiting at the main entrance. He gave a slight, perfectly measured bow, his eyes flickering briefly over my slightly wrinkled white coat. His manner was impeccable."Good evening, Dr. Alice. I am Charley, Mr. Newcombe’s butler. Sir is expecting you in the study. This way, please."We walked through a gallery lined with European oil paintings before he pushed open a pair of heavy, hand-carved oak do

Chapter 7: The Audience

Alice’s POV:The AudienceOutside, the sound of Lily’s heels grew louder, accompanied by a muffled, frantic argument with Charley.David sat back in the shadows. He didn’t look like a man caught in a compromising position with his doctor; he looked like a man who owned the shadows themselves. Even sitting there, half-undressed for a medical exam, he radiated that effortless, high-born authority — the kind that says he makes the rules, even when he’s the one on the table.He tapped a rhythmic beat against the leather armrest with his long fingers, his eyes tracking me with a dark, expectant curiosity. He was waiting to see how I’d handle the incoming storm.“Let her in, Charley,” David said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the heavy oak door like a command.The door swung open just as Lily pushed past the butler. Being a McCutchen heiress and the future Mrs. Newcombe gave her just enough leverage to ignore the ‘Private’ sign, but the second she saw the scene inside, her voice

Chapter 8: System Override

Alice’s POV: System OverrideLily finally retreated under the weight of David’s silent, commanding stare. The moment the door clicked shut, the stagnant air in the study finally seemed to circulate again.I didn't look at him. I kept my head down, organizing the tangle of sensor leads and tucking them back into the compartments of my leather medical bag. I peeled off my latex gloves — the sharp snap echoing in the quiet room like a gunshot."Your hands are steady."David’s voice came from the exam table. He hadn’t moved; he was still half-reclining, one hand tucked behind his head, the other resting carelessly on his hip. The firelight flickered across his sharp jawline, trading his usual boardroom severity for a dangerous kind of relaxed intensity."As a surgeon, basic hand-eye coordination is part of the job description." I zipped the bag and turned, locking eyes with him."No, I’m not talking about your technique." He sat up slowly, moving with the predatory grace of a leopard waki

Chapter 9: The Cost of Survival

Alice’s POV: The Cost of SurvivalBy the time I pulled up to my dated apartment in Santa Monica — the one that ate up twenty-five hundred a month in rent — it was 1:00 AM.I peeled off my white coat, which still seemed to carry a ghost of David’s cold, woody scent, and tossed it into the hamper. My phone screen flickered, displaying the confirmation for that fifty-thousand-dollar wire transfer.In a city like LA, the class divides are more congested than the 405 at rush hour. That money was the commission I earned for staying ice-cold in the face of Bel-Air royalty. It was also the only thing keeping my daughter alive.When I got back to the apartment, I paid the baby-sitter and went in to check on Camilla.I pushed open the bedroom door, moving as quietly as a shadow.The small humidifier was humming a low, steady tune. Camilla was curled up under her pink unicorn comforter from Target, looking heartbreakingly small. Between the rounds of chemo and the constant blood draws, her face h

Chapter 10: Quid Pro Quo

Alice’s POV: Quid Pro QuoMonday morning at the clinic. On the surface, it’s the most prestigious address in Beverly Hills; in reality, it’s an open-air landfill of filtered egos and rotting morals.I sat in my office, scanning the file for my next consult.Thomas Miller. Fifty-four. A power agent at CAA and a permanent fixture on the Hollywood ‘Gold List.’ His chart was flagged with a vague ‘unspecified dysfunction,’ but after several years in this practice, I knew what that meant: he’d already cycled through every illicit performance enhancer and fringe therapy on the black market, and now he was looking for a ‘medical miracle.’When I walked into the exam room, Miller was standing with his back to me, the Santa Monica coastline framed perfectly in the floor-to-ceiling windows."Dr. Alice." He turned, but instead of sitting on the exam table like a normal patient, he sprawled into my desk chair. He was fiddling with an unlit Cuban cigar, rolling it under his nose to catch the scent.

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